“Absolutely right, sir. There is no bigger fan of monogamy and children than me,” Rhyland clucked, his voice honeyed menace. “All righty.” Bruce rubbed his hands together. “I’ll go get myself comfortable in that fancy coffee shop you recommended and have me one of them uppity pastry thingies, and you help your lil miss get her suitcases upstairs and join me. No rush, yeah? Family first.” “I’ll try to rip myself away from them.” Rhyland sighed exaggeratedly. “But it’ll be hard.” “I can always throw you out the window to speed things up,” I suggested cheerfully.
